#xaais

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She stuffed a cheese stick into his mouth.

He didn’t question it, just consuming the deliciousness. “Ye really like those cheese sticks, don’t ye?”

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☆

Send me a ☆ for my muse’s reaction to waking up to yours holding their hand after having been unconscious in the hospital for days.

Jamie’s eyes remained closed as he laid quietly, taking in his surroundings through the other senses. He didn’t need to open them to tell the room was bright, the light making his head pound simply through the red that filled his vision. Whatever he was laying in was firm and, at the very least, bed-like. A slight attempt to shift told him that his prostheses had been removed, the realization of which prompted an old darkness to creep in the back of his mind.

Stale air filled his nostrils, thick with the cocktail of sterile equipment, illness, blood, and death. The harsh beeping of some unseen machine only served to aggravate the pounding brought on by the fluorescent lighting in the room. The room was chilly, though his hand was warm. “Hospital,” he grumbled, his face scrunching dramatically, despite how drugged he was. Next, he had to figure out why his hand was warm. Another hand? But it was too small to be his partner’s. Far too small. Unable to identify more than that through other senses alone, he allowed his eyes to crack open, turning his head to see who this hand belonged to.

“Oi… Ain’t this a surprise!” Despite himself, a bleary grin stretched across his face. “Didn’t expect anyone te be at me bedside. Or… te be in a hospital in the first place, really.” He’d work out the details of why he was in there later, when his head didn’t feel like it was trying to explode.

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Stay with me tonight.

Send “Stay with me tonight.” for my muse to spend a night with yours.

This girl really was an odd one. Explosions making her giddy as a child, liking his face, letting him paint on her, and now wanting him to spend the night… It truly was a bizarre experience to Jamie. Be that as it may, it wasn’t really unwelcome, either. “Well… sure, why not?” Nothing could possibly go wrong. “This like one o’ those… ‘slumber party’ things? Ain’t ever had one o’ those. Unless travellin’ with Hog counts… But I don’t think it does. Guess we’re more like roommates if the room was the world.”

He’d have genuinely gotten lost on the train of thought if he hadn’t forcefully snapped himself out of it. “Where do y’stay anyway? Ain’t ever seen y’come out of a house or anythin’…”

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14. Brushing hair out of mine’s face

Platonic Touch

“Hold still,” he grumbled, soot covered fingers brushing hair from her face as he hunched in front of her. “Tryna paint your face.” And there he went, ruining the surprise with the brush about an inch from her face. “Fuck.”

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👀 + face

Send “👀” + a body part if your muse likes looking at it.

His brows furrowed, one raising in the same instant, as he looked her in the eye. One might call the expression disbelief. “Y’sure y’got your head on straight?”

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Sends goood vibes through the computer.You’re awesome~!

U r a sweet pea ;w; thank u friend

[knightwithoutaking]

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Ex-excuse me, but have you seen a Ducklett... Well, running around, perhaps?

[drtoaster]

Xaais reached up, wanting to be picked up.

Toaster actually seemed quite surprised at seeing her, but still carefull lifted her up and sat her in the crook of his arm. “Alright Xaais? Ain’t seen you for a while. Thought you’d flushed yourself down the toilet or something.”